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[wexhappyxfew]

Excerpt from Landslide || For My Sin-Stained Bones

>> featuring Natia Filipska and Ronald Speirs

" Fidel."

" Hey, Fidel."

" Fidel." Natia shot up like a bullet out of a gun and pulled the weapon at her side straight from it's holster and pointed it straight in the direction of the voice who spoke to her. On the other side was the last person she'd expect to see standing in her presence.

The hooded Lieutenant.

Lieutenant Speirs. He didn't flinch at the weapon pointed towards his face - if anything he invited it like he were about to bring it to a dance. His cold eyes remained on her, as a sudden bit of realization hit her like a brick - it was no wonder why his face was shadowed by something and not equally mixing with the darkness around them. It was day, morning - a fresh day.

" Why were you outside?" he asked her.

" Why did you wake me?" Lieutenant Speirs smirked the slightest bit at her comment, as they lay on equal ends by this point in time.

" Well, it seems your CO's looking for you and I just so happened to be moving through HQ at the exact same time and overheard, so I suggest you head up there now." Lieutenant Speirs said, his voice much calmer than she had suspected it to be.

" What exactly did he mean by looking for me?" she said. Lieutenant Speirs walked forward and within a second, pushed the pistol down from her hands, and had then shoved it into his own away from her grasp, taking a step closer to her as he did so, eyes watching her own.

" Maybe it has something to do with pointing something like this in the face of your ally." he said, as he securely placed the pistol into her holster as she stood frozen, eyes narrowed on him.

" It seems the least of Captain Winters' worries." she said back, her eyes settling in his as he slowly stepped back. She let a chilled smirk past her lips.

" Your turn - why were you outside? It rained all night." Lieutenant Speirs' voice said rather coldly himself as he stepped back arms crossed.

" How is it that you always cross my path when I'm least interested in conversation?"

" Why are you avoiding my question, Agent?" Natia bit back her lip and shook her head. Crossing her arms, she felt the sun grow warmer it seemed, as her flushed cheeks from the heat caused the hair from her bun to fall and stick to her cheeks, her heart racing faster - he didn't know did he?

" I had bigger issues than sleep, Lieutenant." she answered him - she refused to tell him that she no longer slept well, that sleeping kept awake the demons that the consciousness pushed out, that the night was the only comfort she had anymore and even then the level of comfort was dismal. Lieutenant Speirs nodded briefly to her as he watched something in her eyes shift, a deeper darkness than what other eyes he watched had possessed.

" Agent-" Natia glanced over her shoulder to see Lieutenant Welsh in the doorway of the barn door and his eyes were on Lieutenant Speirs.

" Lieutenant." Lieutenant Welsh said nodding to him. Lieutenant Speirs gave a rather curt nod to Lieutenant Welsh before glancing back at her and without so much as meeting her eyes, he turned to walk away. Thompson slapping his shoulder, helmet hooded over his head, and a steady gate leading him away, she watched him retreat back towards where HQ was.

Natia watched him with narrowed eyes, like blinders were up and all she could focus on was the retreating Lieutenant who showed up at the most random of times with a bite on his tongue.

" What'd he want?" Lieutenant Welsh asked her, for the first time in weeks, speaking directly to her in a conversation not binded by war.

" He told me Captain Winters was looking for me." she said stiffly, " Moving through HQ...overheard him or something."

" He's just trying to get under your skin because he knows with you, you'll put up a fight." Lieutenant Welsh told her, " All the other guys are too scared to even, oh I don't know, look at him."

Author’s Note: hey everyone! shannon here! it’s been a minute since i’ve revisited landslide, but with recent times and my urge to revisit landslide again, here we are! one of my favorite moodboards i made and favorite scenes between natia and speirs! i’ve been thinking of doing prompts or other writings or deleted scenes for landslide so ~ if anyone has any requests, feel free! i’m going to roll things out in the coming days! :) enjoy this fav snippet, there is more of this to come! :D

[eggwishing]

I ONCE TRIED TO WASH THAT SCUFFED OLD THING WHILE HE WAS TAKING ONE OF HIS NAPS, BUT WHEN I TOOK IT OFF HE WAS WEARING ANOTHER IDENTICAL ONE UNDERNEATH! AND ANOTHER! I GOT THROUGH TEN MORE LAYERS OF THE SAME THING BEFORE HE WOKE UP. I WAS SO FRUSTRATED! WHERE DID HE EVEN GET THOSE FROM? THEY ALL EVEN HAD THE SAME STAINS!!

[eldritch-ace]

I love this trend and I’ve been seeing some regional Mikus, so take a New Mexican birthday girl in honor of Zozobra and hatch chile season. 🌵🫔⛰️

[biscuitdragonwithastick]

CW: Aphrodisiacs, Dubcon, Cervix Penetration

Imagine dating a monster whose saliva acts a potent aphrodisiac. Cumming endlessly on their thick tongue as it rams your cunt and twists within your womb. The flood of slick pouring out of your cunt mixing deliciously with their saliva.

They can’t fit their cock inside you but they’ll be damned if they don’t stuff your womb.

The worse is the aftermath. Their aphrodisiac saliva now covers your cunt inside and out. Creating an itch of throbbing arousal that can’t be abated. Your monster boyfriend watches amusedly as you spend the rest of the day trying to be productive. Catching you rutting against pillows and table corner.

You beg for their tongue once more and it smiles. You will be stuck in this lewd cycle for as long as you’re addicted to its tongue. 

[tragedykery]

I ❤️ self-loathing characters, characters who struggle with monstrosity (either fearing or embracing it), characters who are so lonely, who have a gaping hole in their chest, who bottle up & repress their feelings, who claw their way up & have ambitions, who fall down & lose everything, who search for identity & purpose yet can’t see themselves outside of what others want from or expect of them, who are hurt & hurt others, who long & grieve, who lie & pretend. characters who are messy & flawed & human

[pangur-and-grim]

Belphie got to join me on an important business call today

[shycorvid]

I am not immune to magical animal transformation fics. Also, my cat!Danny agenda. So, like, Damian finding a magically transformed Danny, mistaking him for a regular cat, then sneaking him into the manor obviously tickles my fancy. But also, Cat!Danny winning Alfred over by being a complete narc every time one of the bats try to do something stupid while injured is just... *chef's kiss*

Bruce- *trying to sneak down to the batcave while injured* Danny- *looking for mischief, sees injured Bruce swaying in hallway* Mrow? Bruce- Shh. Danny- *slightly louder* Mrep?! Bruce- I will give you all the tuna in the world if you- Danny- *air raid level yowling*

[charliexspring]

...feels like I'm falling in love for the first time.

[zeestarfishalien]

Ya know Danny could absolutely get away with doing homework on the watchtower bc ghosts would absolutely go for a school called Casper High School in the ghost zone. I imagine it going a little like this.

Some Leaguer: "What the...are you doing homework?"

Danny: *not really listening* "Uh, yeah, of course."

Leaguer: "but you're, y'know..."

Danny: *panicking internally but committing to the bit* "Ghosts have schools too."

L: "Okay yeah. Sorry, that was insensitive of me."

D: "It's okay."

Also the idea of someone finding a piece of paper like a form for school gets left behind and they immediately know it's for Danny because Casper High School? That's a ghost school if they ever heard one.

[ghostgoing]

“YOU!”

Jason turned his head to see a small guy with black hair pointing at him. He was wearing a light grey hoodie and jeans.

“Your ancestor has been haunting me for MONTHS!” Danny tilted his head, looking at Hood’s chest. “They weren’t wrong, you really do need to see a ghost doctor. What the fuck is up with your ecto?”

“My what?” Red Hood said. “ are you the guy people around here have been talking about? The one who can talk to the dead?”

“More like the dead won’t stop talking to me.”

[hermanthesturgeon]

There is absolutely a game where Neil gets slammed into the wall and it dislocates his shoulder, except that the force at which he then hits the court floor is so much that he cleanly gets it popped back in and then he's up like a shot as if nothing happened and all the foxes are just :O and Neil is like :|

And Andrew is in goal just pointing to the court doors with his racket just >:| and Neil slinks out to let Abby look at his shoulder.

[ink-ghoul]

hermit fanon swap - an art game!

Reblog this to let your followers know they can send art requests to your ask box

if you are a writer you can also reblog this and make little snippets about hermits and their new traits

Vex!Grian and Avian!Mumbo as fun examples

Artless version behind the cut:

[trentskis]

Ibrahim Alagha, an irish citizen who was living in Gaza, gives his first interview after returning home to Ireland with his wife and three children

Ibrahim was also at the march yesterday, a day after he arrived in Ireland. a relative of his shared this:

blessing Ibrahim and his family and hoping for the safe return of many others, remembering all those who didn't get the chance to reunite with their families 🇵🇸🇮🇪

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

TF141 reactions to "can you get this thing off the top shelf for me?"

inspired by @cod-dump's height hcs :)

chronologically:

you ask PRICE first. seems like a harmless enough question to you but he just says, "what kind of captain would i be if i solved all your problems for you?"

what the fuck, you think.

"you can do it," he says. "problem-solve. think tall thoughts."

then SOAP walks by, so you ask him next. he sees price standing there looking highly amused (and you looking highly irritated). soap would never, never miss an opportunity to cause problems on purpose, and if price is already picking on you, well...

you're relieved for half a second when soap reaches up and grabs the box you wanted. he opens it, grabs a handful of the granola inside (THAT YOU WANTED) and tosses it into his own mouth. then he puts the box back. on a higher shelf.

by the time GAZ notices what's happening, you're halfway climbing up the shelves to get it your damn self. he sees the shelves leaning away from the wall dangerously and obviously he pushes them back into place with one hand and pulls you back to the ground with the other. does not understand your exasperation with him; he was keeping you from cracking your head open??

so finally GHOST comes up behind you both and grabs the box you want. he turns. offers it to you. finally.

when you go to grab it from him, he keeps ahold of it and leans in. he would like you to share.

...

more multi-141 and poly 141 / masterlist tag

[ciderjacks]

thinking again about how much trust he had to have in Laios to recommend his own daughter in case he dies

[kvothes]

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